Blizz the divine - stuff mother earth's womb
Exit insanity – enter vanity’s quests
Banish the guest – rambling around calamity’s nest
Fit in the form, formed by the fit from the norms
Rip or get torn, born out of divinity, scorned
Infinity, mourn, pity the horns, limit the children of corn
Building the core, fill thrills in the floor
Crack the liberty belt, minutes get maid
Played in the gates of a hell as inferno gets raided
Hated since birth, earth was the first to get cursed
First to get burst up in to flames, something that lame
Something to claim as calamity managed your aims
Banned in the name – of jehova and prophets
I was granted the aim to stay sober to stop it
Lawn mow the cockpit
Stuff mother earth’s womb with a rocket
Pull the hammer back and…stop it
Pull the grammar back and…stop it
I free spit for flea shit, release hits to…please bitch!
Shut the hell up, Independent…don’t sell stuff
It’s a give away, sweepstakes for release dates
Please hate the free way of these fakes that seek to take
Advantage of art, planting the charts
The grass is greener on the other side
Always begin cramped when I start
A phantom with random verse gifts
Verbs shift into a style that only appears perfect…
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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